Chapter 4: The Party Gets Started

It didn’t take long to get to the home where the party was being held. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, your standard brick Pittsburgh house with a slate roof and manicured lawn. A couple of cars were already in the driveway so Beth parked on the street.

Getting out of the car, I noticed a neighbor across the street watching - and so did Beth. The natural tease in her took over and when she got out of the car, she let her skirt, what there was of it, ride up and reveal a thin black thong. It was nothing but a few strings in the back and in front it barely covered her pussy but it was still technically a thong. I’m sure the old fart got a good view of her in the remaining sunlight and she made sure he did before pulling the few inches of material down to cover herself.

The two of us held hands as we walked up to the home. Someone must have been watching because before we could knock the door opened and a cute couple, a blonde and rather handsome guy, greeted us. The girl looked familiar but the guy was a total stranger to me. Since I didn’t make many of these parties and I knew the attendance varied, that wasn’t surprising.

Beth and I stepped in and as I passed the guy, I felt a hand grab my ass and playfully squeeze it briefly. I ignored it and acted as though nothing had happened but I would have loved to have known who it was that had grabbed a feel - him or her?

So far it appeared not many people were there yet. There were two other guys and one other girl that I could see as we walked down the entry hall and into the living room. So far it looked like I was the only one not in a skirt. It’s not like the shorts I was wearing were exactly conservative - my dad referred to them as “Kelly’s streetwalkers”. I was wearing a tube top that helped to emphasize what boobs I had. They practically screamed “she’s not wearing a bra!” from the way my nipples poked through the material.

Like the other girls, I was wearing strap-on heels although mine were only about four inches whereas some of the others were almost qualified to be called stilts. All said and done, the dress code today seemed to be slutty skirts but someone apparently forgot to send me the memo. As for the guys ... well, they were dressed like guys. Jeans and t-shirts were the order of the day, apparently without a whole lot of attention to fashion. I suppose in the end it didn’t matter since I doubted they would be wearing them for long, but a little class sometimes goes a long way for me.

Beth and I took a place on a love seat that was unoccupied and I was pleasantly surprised when one of the guys offered to get us something to drink. Beth asked for some white wine while I stuck to my usual Diet Coke. I’ve never been much of a drinker, not out of any moral or ethical concerns, but mostly because I simply don’t care for the taste. Beer, especially, is vile so far as I am concerned.

Now and then I might have a nice glass of wine with my parents along with dinner but that’s about it. Not many people can say they’ve never been drunk in their lives, but I’m one of them. If other people want to drink, that’s their business but nothing turns me off more than a drunk horny guy!

At first you would’ve thought we were at one of my parent’s bridge clubs or something. We introduced ourselves, discussed the weather, local events and such without anyone committing to anything serious. About ten minutes after Beth and I arrived, two more people showed up, a guy and girl, leaving the count now at four guys and four girls. Typically, attendance at these events ran about twenty or more in total so I wondered where everyone was.

Mike stood up at this point and got everyone’s attention. Knowing his name was actually pretty significant. Normally there were so many people it was impossible to even think about remembering anyone and typically we never got around to any type of introductions in the first place. With only eight of us, by now each of us knew the other’s names which already made this a little more personal for me than any of the previous parties.

Everyone there had apparently been at one of these before so Mike announced that there would be no initiation ceremony. A collective sigh went up and we all laughed at our simultaneous response.

Understandably, Mike and Tanya especially looked disappointed since as the hosts it would have been their responsibility to “initiate” the newcomer in front of the rest of us to kick things off. I remember when it was my first time and I learned that I had to be initiated. My first reaction was to run out, my second was to slap Beth, but then finally I said “What the hell?” and let him fuck me in front of everyone. It turned me on and actually was a great way to get yourself involved when you were new and unsure of yourself.

Without an initiation to get things rolling and start the juices flowing (literally), it seemed a bit awkward at first, especially with a group this small. Other than Mike and Tanya, there didn’t seem to be any other “couples” in the group so there was no natural pairing off or anything at first. This was exactly why I’ve not always found these parties to be my favorite thing to do. I couldn’t help but feel like I was some cheap whore at a club waiting for a guy to pick me out from the crowd so he could fuck me in the back room.

Beth, bless her horny soul, wasn’t about to wait for anything and so she took some initiative and went over to where two of the guys were drinking beers. Although I couldn’t hear what she said to them, from the grins on their faces I could easily imagine. The three of them walked out towards what looked to be the kitchen where I was willing to bet that Beth was going to be finding something good to eat pretty quick.

On the couch across from me, Lizzie and Spencer started to make out so it looked like they would be busy for a while. That left two girls and one guy, including me, so I wondered how things would match up. My expectations were that they would approach me for some threesome action and sure enough, the two of them quickly moved over to stand in front of me.

“Hi Kelly,” Tanya started off, “I remember you from last year - the pool party I think.”

She was vaguely familiar but I couldn’t quite place her but that really didn’t matter. I didn’t say anything so she continued.

“That’s so cool because Mike and I first met at that party,” Tanya continued, “He’s got a great cock, wanna suck it?”

Well, I guess THAT is what is called getting straight to the point. Still, I wasn’t offended as after all, isn’t that why I came?

“Sure,” I answered, “You going to help me?”

I reached for Mike’s jeans as he moved up closer to me but to my surprise, Tanya shook her head. “Noooooo, I’m not really into that,” she explained to me, “I just want to watch.”